Liang Bo set up the pot and poured half a pot of peanut oil, waited until the oil was cooked and then put all the fish into the pot, and then just let the children fry it slowly, and he went to work. The pot creaks and the smell of fish oil fills the fire. The children kept smacking their lips by the pot, so hungry that they almost dropped saliva and snot into the pot. After that, the second dog saw that the fish in the pot was about to be fried, and he deliberately wanted to separate the four of them, so he said, "Maybe there is not enough firewood, you have to go and collect some firewood." ”

They were no more cunning than Ergou, and when they went to pick up firewood again, they found that Ergou had stolen a big fish in the pot and eaten it. Hui Cheng saw the two paparazzi stealing fish to eat, and felt that he was at a loss, so he scolded: "Die two dogs, you want to die if you eat alone!" ”

"I'll try it first, see if it's enough." Ergou argued.

Hui Cheng hurriedly reached out, ready to catch the biggest fish Hui could pick up.

"I'll keep that one for Uncle Liang." Huineng stopped him and said.

"Old man, come and eat fried fish." After the second dog shouted to Liang Bo, he went outside the house to pick a few pumpkin leaves, washed them in the ditch, wrapped the fish with the leaves, and put them aside to squat down to eat.

Liang Biao put down what he was doing and came back to life, feeling that Hui Neng was alive.

Before Liang Yulian could speak, she preemptively said, "Uncle Liang, let me introduce you, he is a distant relative of mine, named Huineng." ”

Liang Biao squinted at Huineng with cloudy eyes, and saw that Huineng had a kind face, extraordinary manners, and politeness, and his face that had been through vicissitudes showed a rare smile.

After a long time, the old man cocked his thumb and kept muttering, "Okay...... Good...... Person...... Good...... Blessed! I've been out and about for decades, and I've never seen anyone look so good. ”

Liang Biao surrounded the pot, eating fried fish, and talked about the past when he was young:

When Liang Biao was young, he went sailing with the people in the village. Because of his youth, strength and intelligence, he became an excellent shipwright in less than a year.

When launching the boat, there are many long beaches and steep shoals in the canyon, the river section on the beach is tortuous and looping, the direction of the water flow is not fixed, and the rapids rush to the east for a while, and roll to the west for a while; The torrent is like flying, pouring thousands of miles...... The rushing waves seem to gather huge power, and the boat is not easy to control.

Liang Biao took a penny and stood at the bow of the ship to inspect the water potential, choose the direction, and command several other shipwrights to cooperate with the stern captain, and always firmly control the cargo ship on the center line of the main channel. It wasn't until the cargo ship crossed the rapids and turned from the Xinjiang River to the Xijiang River that the water became quiet and the ship stopped to rest like a galloping horse.

At this time, the boat drifted casually down the water, and the boatmen relaxed down, slowly smoked a bag of cigarettes, and shook it together with a sizing spine.

Here and now, the weather is so sunny and the air is so fresh. The sun shines on the surface of the river, and the river reflects the sky. The water in the Xijiang River is so clear and clear. Usually the fish jump on the surface of the water, stirring up small waves; Wild ducks, ink ducks, and water pheasants, among others, come and go freely in secluded inlets.

Among the flocks of waterfowl, the wild ducks were the least daring, and the cargo ship did not get close to them, and flew away "poof" from a long distance.

Don't look at the fat bodies of wild ducks, but they fly high and fast in the air. Flocks of ducks like to fly around the green hillside and then land back on the river or beach.

Rock eagles and harriers also hover in the air, looking for prey. Look closely at both sides of the riverbank, full of wildflowers of different colors; Looking at the mountains in the distance, the trees are lush and green. On the cliffs, you can sometimes see a few bright azaleas, or oleanders; Sometimes, near the river, you will see a fluffy of lycoris flowers and a few pretty wild lilies; Sometimes the fragrance of orchids permeates the valley, making it even more intoxicating.

However, life on the water often makes the boatmen feel tired, lonely and monotonous, they have been driving on the waterway for many years, walking through the river valley all day long, just sending away the hills behind them, and the mountains in front of them, so they are used to seeing the scenery of the rivers and seas and smelling the fragrance of the water, and they are not unusual.

The scenery moved with the ship, and the fleet sailed out of some deep mountains and valleys and drove into the Pingba area. Some villages are located in low-lying places, which are covered by lush forests and bamboos, and it is not easy to see the houses; Some villages are located on gentle slopes, but you can see rows of blue-gray tiled eaves.

Most of the roads in the village are paved with bluestone slabs, and most of the houses are built with stone steps in front of them, which extend from the main road to the eaves.

Around the house, ducks and geese forage and peck in paddy fields, and roosters croak in peach and plum trees. The front and back of the house are covered with fruit trees, and the peach and plum are colorful in spring......

The houses are nestled among the trees and flowers; In autumn, yellow pomelos and red persimmons hang from the branches, like small lanterns, which are shrouded in the misty sunset or smoke and rain.

On the field dam, rice is sown in summer and autumn, rape and wheat seedlings are planted in winter and spring, and some seasons are green, and some seasons are golden. The black trees on the sandy ground outside the dam are tall and dense with lush branches. The willow branches on the water's edge are soft and verdant. Walking into Tianba and the village, it is like walking into a paradise as beautiful and mysterious.

The Hakka people use river water in the river and stream water near the stream, and they are accustomed to build a series of weirs on the stream and the river beach, blocking the flowing water and forming a green weir pond. The water on the weir pond then drives the waterwheel to rotate, which is used to mill rice, grind flour, extract oil, make paper and irrigate farmland.

In order to prevent the flood from breaking the weir, the villagers also cut the masson pine and cypress sticks from the mountain, carried them to the river to split the stumps, and smashed them into the riverbed with the clamour, forming countless wooden stakes, and clamping the stones to prevent the flood from easily breaking the weirs.

The boat sailed to the vicinity of the weir ridge, where the water was shallow, and there were a few dolls who were fishing with their bare butts. The water on the ridge is deep, and several waterwheels on the bank are washed by the river and rotate day and night, and sing lingering and ancient songs, splashing and sprinkling, carrying the river water to the field dam for irrigation.

Just because of the amount of time they spend in the water, boatmen like to strip naked. They happily took off their wet shirts and trousers and hung them on the helm handles or oars to dry. Sometimes the wind blows through the clothes and trousers, like small flags. The man stood naked on the bow of the boat, crossed his waist and roared a mountain song, which frightened the waterfowl on the river in all directions.

The scorching sun scorched them directly on them for a long time, and the skin of each boatman was tanned as if it had been painted with a layer of tung oil, and the complexion became brown and shiny.

They only wear a pair of shorts when they pass through villages and ferries. After living in such a living environment for a long time, the words and deeds of the boatmen become dissolute and rude.

Once, when the fleet drove to a weir, some saw a delicate woman near the waterwheel, squatting on a big stone slab by the river to scrub clothes, and someone became excited and encouraged Liang Biao to say: "Ah Biao, sing mountain songs with her!" ”

The banks of the Xijiang River are mostly inhabited by Hakka people. Most of the young men and women of the Hakka people like to sing mountain songs.

They sang on the singing field, sang on the mountain and riverside, sang at the end of the road, or were tired from working in the fields, even if they didn't meet an opponent, they had to entertain themselves and hum a few words to relieve boredom and vent their feelings.

They may touch the scene and complain to each other; or quoting scriptures; Or laugh at each other and praise each other, and have fun.

Among the Hakka people in this area, there is a story of a singing fairy for generations.

According to legend, Liu Sanmei, a Shaozhou woman, is good at singing mountain songs. He is proficient in exquisite mountain songs and musical melodies, and is known as "Song Immortal" and "Song Saint", and is the person who first created mountain songs. During the reign of Emperor Zhongzong of the Tang Dynasty, at the age of twelve, he drowned through the history of the scriptures and was good at singing. Those who come within thousands of miles to hear the name of the song, or one day, or two or three days, cannot be paid and go away.

The third sister interprets the rhythm of music, the game is Taoist, often travels between the two places of Guangdong Lake and the Creek Pass, the most numerous types of barbarians, and the place where they pass, understand their language. When you meet a certain person, you will sing and sing with a certain voice, and a certain person will take it as a style. Taste with a young man in Baihe Township, climb the mountain and sing, Cantonese people and Yao, Zhuang people, onlookers, men and women dozens of hundreds, salty as immortals. For seven days and nights, the singing continued, and all of them turned to stone. The natives worship it in Yangchun Jinshiyan (Jinshiyan is located in Yangchun Chunwan, called Huangniwan when Chunwan, which is under the jurisdiction of Xinzhou)...... The shape is like nine songs, which can accommodate one person, black and bright, and the remains of the three sisters are also. Day and night, I heard the sound of cranes. When the years are ripe, it is as if someone has climbed to the top of the rock and sang.